Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Unicorns are not to be forgiven." The magician felt himself growing giddy with jealousy, not only of the touch but of something… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
But I must go on," said the Lady Amalthea, "for it is never finished. Even when I wake, I cannot tell what… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The unicorn halted in her slow, desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time that the magician understood her speech.… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, "I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Sing to me," she said. "That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
I am no king, and I am no lord, And I am no soldier at-arms," said he. "I'm none but a harper,… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
I'll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
All lives are composed of two basic elements," the squirrel said, "purpose and poetry. By being ourselves, squirrel and raven, we fulfill… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Then what is magic for?" Prince Lír demanded wildly. "What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn?" He gripped the… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Lir said, "It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last." But Schmendrick answered,… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
She said, "I will go no farther." "There is no choice. We can only go on." The magician said again. "We can… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“...and it's not my place to chase around after you, fixing stuff. What I know's what I know, and it don't include putting the… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.” — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“Where have you been?" she cried. "Damn you, where have you been?" She took a few steps toward Schmendrick, but she was looking beyond… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
